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Down below on the floor or in the playboy lounge where she can give some rich bastard a lap dance, or an offer to fuck him. Looks like tonight though the rich bastard she’s chosen is me.

“Yes I am leaving, something you need?” I try for professional.

She walks right over to me and stops a breath away. It’s too close for my liking but I don’t step back. I want her to know she doesn’t faze me, whatever she’s doing.

“I did,” she answers, running her finger over my chest. “I was thinking of being a good little employee and offering you some of those special skills I have listed on my resumé.”

“I’m fine thanks.” Always and ever polite to my staff.

“We could go back to your lounge and I could give you the best lap dance you’ve ever had in your life, or we could go to your room and I could give you the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life.” She gives me a saucy smile. “I’d be real quiet, wouldn’t say anything at all to Mimi. She’s so nice, wouldn’t want her to feel any kind of way.”

Women really are complicated creatures. I’m not sure how she can talk about Mimi like that and invite me to cheat.

Frankly, I don’t know why she doesn’t go and bother Christian. This broad has seen me with Mimi, definitely knows we’re together and still wants to fuck me.

I hate cheating. I would rather be a player than a cheater and I’ve never been that either.

I’ve been the playboy. That’s different, there are no expectations from playboys.

“No,” I answer, flat and plain. The smile on her face falls and she quirks a brow.

“No?”

“No… look.” I get closer, right up in her personal space. “You do this again and you’re out. Fired.Fucked. Understand?”

I make sure I look her square in the eyes so she understands.

“Yeah… I understand.” Her cheeks flush and she blinks several times in disbelief.

“You can go now.” I grit my teeth.

She looks more embarrassed than anything as she walks away.

I shake my head and release a ragged breath. I was just about to continue down the path when something catches my eye.

Fuck… no not somethingsomeone…

Stephano is standing on the balcony across from me. I see him first then Riccardo and Davide who walk up to him.

The three of them are just watching me and they’re not far from the booth with the foursome.

I don’t know what the hell to do. I can’t use my gun in here, and fuck, that’s the last of my damn worries, what if they decide to use their guns? What if they kill someone?

Well I’m not going to stand here and look around like an idiot.

I start running down the path. I have to get to the other side where they are and the fucking path feels like it’s never ending.

I run top speed and wait until I cross over the apex before I reach for the gun in my back pocket.

I just about see Stephanou with his stupid smile as he turns into the archway.

He’s still too far from me and he’ll get away before I get to him.

Fuck,Isn’t that better though? For him to leave the club.

I want him gone but I want him dead. Adrenaline fuels my movements, but I’m not fast enough. I fly down the stairs they seem to have taken and I don’t know which way they went.

I grab the phone and call security, getting everyone out to help me.

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